I’m feeling sad for my hometown, Kabul.
I’m feeling sad for my people.
I’m feeling sad for my country’s children—
the next generation of leaders—
who do not know the true meaning of life.
The cruel bomb attacks have been their lullaby,
The song of their youth in their memory.
The cruel bomb attacks have been the daily nightmare
their parents face at work.
Our women are afraid of going to school—
they don’t want to be raped.
Our men are afraid of going to work—
they don’t want to get killed.
They’re not thinking of themselves,
but of their families who will remain hungry.
We do not want this terror anymore.
We do not want this fear.
I wish one day to see my people smiling, not crying.
I pray this small wish may one day come true.
Photo by Basetrack 18